Zarrek, second prince of Onsira, had never really care that much about music before her met Starshine. It was there, and he didn’t mind it, but it made no difference to him. The kingdom famed for music and art was Mithkyn, and the only person that Zarrek knew well from that kingdom was someone he hated down to his core: Vincente. He blamed Vincente, bard extraordinaire, for a lot of the bad things that where going on in his life, and matters weren’t any easier when he met the bard’s daughter. Starshine has Incredible talent with several instruments, and her voice is as pure as can be imagined. Her music is her beauty, the notes her grace, and she enthralls him in a way that he never suspected anyone could.
What Zarrek loves most is her cello. When she plays, all of his pain, his anger, and his tension melt away. He feels…perfect. Calm, quiet. It’s a feeling that he’s not used to, and he very quickly learns to crave her music. He wants to be with her, even if it means dealing with Vincente yelling at him and trying to keep them apart.
Beautiful music is something that changes you. It gets into you and affects how the world feels, what everything means. It can bring tears to your eyes, or mend a broken heart. Music surrounds you, envelops you and becomes you. I write a lot of what I feel about music into how Zarrek reacts to the times that Starshine plays. Good music, deep music, meaningful music can make you feel the earth move, the universe expand, or even your heart stop.
But for all these words about music… you really have to let the song speak for itself. The words are never right, never enough, maybe even too much. Just let the song carry you, move you, touch you.